Eleventh Hour

[tiredofvampires]

It nears Eleven,

And the pane of shrieks

fine as Venetian glass

rattles in the sills of night,

still.

There are butter-soft malasadas

changing hands

and skeins of cotton candy, to be sure --

how could there not be? --

it's a carnival.

Bulbs around "Pizza! By the Slice!"

beaded wreaths of white and ruby lightening

crown the foreheads

of trees, single-file

giddy in their

shrouds.

The Ferris Wheel

and Tilt-A-Whirl

jukebox selection

of screams

is kind of like

what Rock 'n' Roll must

have been to Dad:

"It all sounds the same."

That is what deathly joy --

everyone upside down --

is like.

Hand your

ticket to the

man with the crank,

settle into your

preferred contraption

behind

bars that lock in place

(too late now)

and commence a vocal

shelling of the City.

Multitudes sound

the same -- all different

throats. One

note. Crave the

swooping blink of

dropping into

doom,

with

a hotdog at the

end, for the

road. More

ketchup. Thanks.

 

The fan seems a bit slow

tonight. Its lazy pinwheel

shadows not fit

for Saturday night.

Maybe it's just how far away

that clock is -- that Midnight

approach. Out there,

uproar is slow to

fade.

Those shattered shrieks,

collapsed like that cherry mist

on the tongue --

now turned to leaving

motorcycles.

Everything ends.

Even the carnival

ends.

[Capricorn3]

Wow. Just WOW. I wasn't planning on logging in, but after reading this I just HAD to, lol. TOV, a masterpiece to say the least. I love it. The more I read it, the more I find. Awesome!

[JonasWaingaro]

Good one ToV.

[tiredofvampires]

Hey, thanks, you guys. I appreciate it.

 

It's been a really long time since I've "felt it" with poetry. I really thought I may never be able to write one again.

 

So Cap, that's really very, very kind of you to say -- ha, well at least I got ya to log in! (kind of long time no talk, too!)